She refused to be found.  She went into hiding almost as soon as she was carried into the house in a sealed box kept dark by some kind of drape.  She was still groggy from the pill they forced down her throat.  Groggy and thirsty.  Groggy and thirsty and angry; those three states described her perfectly.

Her captor, speaking in soft tones, as if she truly believed his tone of voice, helped her out of her small cell and stroking her head, held her close as he showed her the facilities he had prepared for her.  She realized she had the need to use it and pushed away from him.  At the moment she didn’t care that he remained in the room, she had to relieve herself.  Without shame or embarrassment, she did what she had to do.

When she was done, he helped her once more; he took her in his arms and talking in the same soft tone, told her how much she was going to love it where she now was.  He carried her to a large room containing a small desk; a queen sized bed, a tall dresser, and nightstands at one end and a fireplace at the other.  He placed her gently on the bed and she quickly moved to the center where she sat watching him warily.  He smiled at her reached out his hand in friendship but she swatted it and turned her back on him.  She heard receding footsteps, a scrape of metal on metal, a soft thunk, and then nothing. 

That was two weeks ago; now she was running and hiding once more.  She always had food and water; her facilities were cleaned daily.  She was allowed to explore on her own; one thing she was not allowed was to be outside.  At least thus far, she had not been outside.  There was a special room that had some very nice plants and flowers in it.  She could see the sky just by looking up but she realized it was not a way of escape.  It rained once when she was in the room and she never got wet even though she saw the rain come down.

She was allowed into the room; no one stopped her or even tried to stop her.  There were a number of people who were in and out of the house; they seemed to instinctively know not to allow her outside for any reason.  She tried on several occasions, without success.  At night, she prowled the entire house looking for escape, again without success.  Several rooms had open doors; to her it was an invitation to explore.  In the kitchen, she discovered left over, left out, and discarded food.  This was not what they were giving her; some of it she liked some of it she didn’t.  On more than one occasion, in the deepest part of the night, she would hear voices and go to investigate.  She never found the voices although she thought she got close once.  Eventually though, she went back to what she considered her room, and she would sleep.